Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.